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I am still in Fiji, sitting on the porch of the big house looking out at water the color of my kids' eyes. I mean all four children with their different shades of blue, and I could add my daughter-in-law Brooky's and my own and my two nieces'. There are four primary blues, but in the overlap there's another color, and then there's what lies far beyond.
There's the color you can't be sure is blue or green, and that's my son Harper's. Then there's the color of a ripe blueberry, and that belongs to daughter Grace. Adelaide's are like blue topaz and Stella's turquoise. There's even a brownish gold fleck in one of Stella's eyes like you see in the prettiest pieces, and that appears in this water when an occasional bit of seaweed floats by. Sophia's eyes are a clear ice-blue, and Madeline's the color of sky. Brooky's are what I would call cornflower, and I don't know about mine. Maybe lapis lazuli? Or blue like jeans.
I have read how the artist Matisse visited Tahiti in his 60s and reflected on it later in life when his hands were too arthritic for painting and he was mostly........